m.o.M - mother of Michael

The Better to Hear You With

I saw this dog in the parking lot the other day. I hope he's still growing into those ears!

Makes Me Sound Almost Likeable!

What Time of Day Are You?

                                                                                                           

				You are 10:02 a.m.

                                                     

				You are breakfasty, like a pile of pancakes on a Sunday morning that have just the right amount of syrup, so every bite is sweet perfection and not a soppy mess. You are a glass of orange juice that's cool, refreshing, and not overly pulpy. You are the time of day that's just right for turning the pages of a newspaper, flipping through channels, or clicking around online to get a sense of how the world changed during the night. You don't want to stumble sleepily through life, so you make a real effort to wake your brain up and get it thinking. You feel inspired to accomplish things (whether it's checking something off your to-do list or changing the world), but there's plenty of time for making things happen later in the day. First, pancakes. Like this quiz? Send it to a friend.             11% of the people who took this quiz got the same evaluation.                                                                                             Want a badge? Here, take this one!

 

Sigh

I had a great good post prepared for tonight. It was timely and election day appropriate.

Alas, but I am unable to have that post because earlier today I installed iLife 08 with updated my version of iPhoto and true to my continuing experience with Macs and anything Mac related, it apparently didn't work as advertised.

I guess I should just count my blessings that it didn't eat my photos. It just made them completely inaccessible from anywhere except iPhoto. Now my pictures are being held hostage until I can figure out how to come up with the ransom.

I hate this fucking computer.

Drumroll Please!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring you Mystic Waters!

Love it Love it Love it! Although I must say that I didn't think I would ever complete that bind off!

If This Phone Rings One More Time...

It's harassment. Pure and simple.

I have counted the number of times that dinner rang just during dinner tonight. Seven times! Add to that the umpteen times it rang during the day today and you are left with one pissed off me!

Ten times this candidate called this house today! TEN TIMES! (And that's just today!)

STOP CALLING!
STOP CALLING!
STOP CALLING!
STOP CALLING!
STOP CALLING!

This is the email I have been sending not only to the candidate's site, but to any and all news groups I can think of:

"The Mitt Romney campaign calls to my home in the past 24-48 hours have been so excessive that any support which you may have had has been lost. It is harassment.

Not only is it offensive to me, it is especially irritating to my elderly parents and neighbor who answer the phone without benefit of caller id.

These calls have been intrusive and the volume of them unreasonable."

Inquiring Brains Want to Know

Your Brain is Green

Of all the brain types, yours has the most balance. You are able to see all sides to most problems and are a good problem solver. You need time to work out your thoughts, but you don't get stuck in bad thinking patterns. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about the future, philosophy, and relationships (both personal and intellectual).

What Color Is Your Brain?

Who's Your Daddy?

Unbeknownst to my dad in 1966/67, he sent me a very cool postcard:

Darling - (Darling? My dad never called me darling!)

I am in Bremerhaven. Here is a picture of the German's favorites. Kiss Mommy.

Love Al (Al? Were we on a first name basis? How about "Daddy"?)

Speaking of Feet

It was "Meet the Teacher" night at the high school so I took a walk in Lizzy's flip flops and had a glimpse of what her day is like.

Clockwise from the top:  1. "Chandelier" in art class. 2. Flag in American History. 3. Horse in Literature.
4 Student. 5. Poster from homeroom. 6. The new building.

Have You Measured Yours Lately?

Today is National Measure Your Feet Day and to mark this momentous occasion, I bring you:

My Feet

Born in 1962, these feet were terribly abused until approximately 1975 when an inexperienced shoe salesman inadvertently measured the left foot instead of the more commonly measured right. It was this  little known and now largely forgotten shoe salesman who discovered that while these feet had been coexisting for thirteen years, they were not, in fact, a matching pair. It turned out that although the apparatus used for foot measurements was compatible for both feet, only the right foot had ever been measured and all shoes purchased based on that measurement fit only the right foot while the left foot was left to live the life of the stepsister's foot in a tiny glass slipper.

Upon this discovery, the left foot was sprung from it's captivity and it's toes allowed to wiggle in wild abandon. The right foot, so long accustomed to tailored surroundings, was left to flap about with the wind whistling between it and the walls of it's chamber.

Today, these feet are largely left to their own devices in sneakers and hand knit socks. It is a comfortable arrangement, not completely unlike that of an old married couple; too tired to argue any longer and happy to coexist in relative silence.

As of this writing, the left foot is 9 inches long and 9 inches around while the right is 8.75 inches long and 8.75 inches around.

Hot Hot Hot

I now know that no matter how fast one knits, if there isn't enough yarn to make it to the end, one only reaches the end of the yarn that much faster.

So...

As I waited for the yarn to complete my very beautiful (if I do say so myself) Mystic Waters, I started the lovely and challenging Spring Surprise shawl.

These pictures don't do it justice, but a red background (reallocated American Airlines blanket) for a curry colored yarn is hot, hot, hot!